"Get me off and the dildo is yours."Jen flushed with anger. "Get your hands off me," she shouted.The man stepped back, but gestured to her tits. "Come...on baby, I can tell you want it."Jen was shocked when she looked down. Her nipples were rock hard and were pushing through her bra and blouse. She abruptly realized that she was aroused. Oh my god, this fat ugly guy is turning me on. Again, the man took Jen's silence as permission to touch her. He moved toward her and pressed his crotch against. " One last thing: I am going to tell Grace all about what we have discussed and it will only be done with her blessings." Cathy and I have already talked with her about it and she said it was fine with her but told me it was up to me to convince you." Why am I always the last one to know?" It's just the cross that men have to bear."Chris left my den with a big smile on her face and a smug look like she had just braced the lion in his den and had conquered him.Grace came in shortly. "So, you'll. He just wants to find a nice little cock slut to service his wonderfulcock for a few days while he relaxes. Would this be something thatinterests a little cock slut like yourself?"I couldn't believe what he had just asked me. I was dying to get intothis man's pants. Now I am being asked if I would like to. My responsewas immediate, "Yes I would love to be his cock slut for the weekend."Steve looks at me shaking his head. "Dyanne you are going to have to askMichael not me if you want to be. Each step a struggle. Stopping before the grave site, I noticed the angel carved in the stone. Appropriate, for Cindy was an angel. She was my angel. And I lost her. "Happy Birthday, Cindy" I spoke as I unfurled the blanket and spread it on the ground. My words almost sticking in my throat, as I lowered myself down on the blanket. Opening the cooler, I retrieved the bottle and two flutes. Each glass was etched with our names. With the bottle opened and the drinks poured, I placed Cindy's as I.